If we could see them -
tightly furled buds
struggling against cold soil
buried from light and thaw
(and hungry birds)
If we could see them
when spring heat embraces
them and they break earth
against all odds
to greet the dewy air and
bow their heads towards the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful language and wonderful imagery. It makes me want spring to come sooner.